Total pages in book: 78
Estimated words: 77422 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 387(@200wpm)___ 310(@250wpm)___ 258(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 77422 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 387(@200wpm)___ 310(@250wpm)___ 258(@300wpm)
His brows lowered and he started to check me over.
The moment he tried to roll me and I screamed, he growled, “Call an ambulance. We’re not moving her.”
Gathering my courage, I rolled myself, and screamed as I did.
The moment I was up and off my back, relief poured through me.
“Shit,” Able hissed. “She’s got glass imbedded under her armpit, look.”
I went from my ass to my legs in short seconds as Dean stood me all the way up.
“Ambulance is two out,” Able broke into my agony.
That was when I became aware of arguing.
“What is that?” I asked, turning my head carefully to see what the big commotion was.
“I didn’t push her!” Angie yelled at Bowe. “I wouldn’t push her, even if she wanted me to!”
I blinked when Bowe’s frown became ferocious.
“Then what happened?” Bowe asked her, pointing at me. “Someone doesn’t fall through glass like that for no reason.”
I waved my fingers at Bowe, gaining his attention.
“Wasp,” I pointed to my swelling finger.
“You’re gonna wanna take that ring off now while you can,” Dean said softly. “And stop moving, you have blood running down your back, into your waistband. Every time you move, more comes out.”
I stopped moving and turned to face Dean with narrowed eyes.
“Why are you here?” I questioned him. “Go away.”
He had the nerve to laugh at me.
Then the ambulance pulled up, halting my demand for him to get off my property.
“I don’t need an ambulance,” I called as I walked to them.
Two women got out, one a pretty redhead and another a bombshell blonde, making me blink.
The uniform didn’t do anything for them, but they sure looked beautiful despite the unisex black uniform that I’d seen Dean in countless times over the last year and a half.
“Hi,” I told the two women. “I am not in need of your services.”
“Yes, you are,” Dean disagreed, hooking his hand around my arm and carefully pulling me to the back of the ambulance.
Opening the doors, he picked me up around the waist and deposited me inside.
“Take a seat on the bench,” he ordered.
I did and he followed me in, pulling down things from places where I would never expect there to be storage compartments.
“Drive us to the hospital,” Dean ordered the redhead who’d been driving.
“Negative,” I said, my eyes on the redhead. “I don’t want to go to the hospital.”
“I’m not asking you, I’m telling you that you’re going,” he snapped.
“I am most certainly not riding to the hospital in an ambulance,” I snapped at Dean. “Now back off so I can drive myself.”
“You’re not driving yourself,” he insisted, pointing to the redhead.
I shook my head.
“No.”
“Fine,” he stopped what he was doing and snapped gloves onto his hands. “I’ll just call your brother.”
My eyebrows lowered as I glared at him.
“You’re such a fucker.”
Needless to say, I rode to the hospital in the ambulance.
The blonde rode in back with us as she watched with amusement as Dean manhandled me.
“Why aren’t you doing something?” I asked her from her position with her back to the cab of the ambulance.
She was sitting next to the side door that was next to the huge bank of monitors, watching the spectacle before her.
“Would you like me to cut your shirt off?” she offered.
I narrowed my eyes.
“It’s not going to make it, is it?” I questioned her.
She shook her head, reaching into a pocket on the side of her pants and coming back out with a pair of pink scissors. “Nope.”
She handed them over to Dean, who took them and made a twirling motion to me.
“Turn around,” he ordered.
Sighing, I twisted my feet around to the other side of the cot I was sitting on and presented him with my back.
He pushed me forward, placing me exactly how he wanted me. “Give me your hands.”
I gave them to him, and he circled my wrists with one of his.
“This is familiar,” I muttered before I could think better of it.
The hand on my wrists tightened, and I winced.
“Sorry,” I grunted softly, apologizing for saying something in front of what must be a work colleague.
He squeezed me once before letting me go completely.
Then I felt the cool tease of metal against my neck as he ran the scissors down my spine.
He didn’t have to run it down my spine. He just chose to.
He wanted me to know that he was aware what the feeling would do to me.
My eyes closed, and the pain that was in my back disappeared as I remembered a time when it was just Dean and me.
Oh, and a spoon.
***
I wanted some ice cream.
I’d already eaten mine three hours before. When I’d asked him if he was going to eat his, he’d jumped up from the bed and ran out of the room like I’d prodded him in the ass with a poker.
I rolled my eyes and went back to the movie, flopping down onto my belly to watch the massive flat screen TV that played across the room from me.